King of the Street(A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

A Whole New World

Harry and Seamus, Partnered with Mundungus Fletcher, spent the next year stealing from anyone unlucky enough to fall in their crosshairs. The money they made was used to make their world better. The orphanage got a mysterious donor and could upgrade amenities and the area. The first thing was a new kitchen, with fresh groceries, and tables and chairs for the dining hall. Then all the old and rotten beds were tossed and new, clean ones replaced them. The building was getting some heavy renovations. From new piping and electrical to brick and mortar. The head nun, Sister Margret, even found tutors for the children who couldn't go to school. By the time Christmas came around, the Orphanage was a light of hope in the deteriorated and deprived neighborhood of London it was located in.

Sister Margret, AKA The Penguin, looked to her flock. The children were happy, as one can be without a proper home. Her sisters could reach out to the other decrepit and help in any way they can. Margret was planning the big Christmas dinner for tomorrow. They had enough food to invite most of the neighborhood. Many homeless would get a hot meal for the first time in a long time. As The Penguin looked across the faces of children eating breakfast, her eyes came to rest on two children. Harry Potter and Seamus Finnigan were her stars. Both top of their classes and loved by all the other orphans. Even many of the citizens had only praises to speak about them. They would spend most of their free time running around, helping those they could. They were brothers in all but blood, and that can be stronger. She knew that not all their activities were legal by any means, but if she didn't hear of anyone getting hurt then she was willing to look the other way. The Lord forgivith.

Harry and Seamus kept shooting glances at The Penguin, making sure she didn't suspect anything.

"I think we're good H." Said Seamus

"I agree S. just better to be safe than sorry." Responded Harry.

"Hey, did you hear about the adoptions happening tomorrow?"

"No, are the kids picked all ready or are we finding out then."

"I think some got picked, but the rest are a surprise. I heard that The Penguin already met all of them and showed them our files and that's how they picked."

"That doesn't make sense, how would they know how we act and behave."

"Remember when The Penguin met with each of us and asked us all those questions.

"Yea."

"It was a personality test. That's how she knows all of us so well."

Harry smiled at his longtime friend. As long as they have known each other, Seamus was able to glean information out of anybody. From the nuns to cops and even a mob boss, Seamus could somehow charm them into spilling, then Harry could use his skills to get them to the loot of where ever or whoever, they were robbing. Seamus was not only able to gain information, but talk their way out of any sticky situation they found themselves in. the few times they had been caught mid-robbery Seamus was able to come up with some cock and bull story that saved their hides. Truly a match made in heaven.

Looking back to The Penguin, who was now focused on her plate, Harry thought to his life here. The nuns loved him, the other kids loved him and he was a prince of crime to the rest of their little world. Sure, some of the kids, and even a few nuns, knew about his endeavors, but because he helped others with his ill-gotten gains, they mostly looked the other way. Some of the nuns even covered them when The Penguin was on their trail. Harry did wonder who his parents were, but with so many others looking out for him, he was content to wonder. All he had from them was a scar on his forehead. It was shaped like a lightning bolt and many a pun was said at his expense. According to the late head nun Sister Jane, his parents had died in a car accident and that's how he got his scar. Harry looked back at his friend as he contemplated what Seamus's family was like.